Porcupine Ridge i don't see how you can hate from our side of the club

As if on queue, she pressed into him, reassuring him that whatever discomfort he felt at her contacting the Creek wolves was without any true foundation. He had faith in her, and he knew that whatever she did she would have considered carefully before actually conducting it. Though the beast was put off by the fact that she hadn't brought it up with him, he also considered that he wouldn't have allowed her to go (alone) if she had, and his presence alone would have caused her meeting to change drastically. Still, going alone had resulted in failure, which wasn't all that surprising coming from the hot headed pipsqueak that ran the Creek. It was all he could do to remain silent on the matter, simply breathing in slowly and letting it mull in his brain.

Mention of his designation prompted the dragon to turn his head and rest his single eye upon his companion. He watched her, eager to hear her voice continue on after having begged his attention. But she in turn closed her eyes, and then avoided his gaze, having dropped it to his chest. Raheerah even arched his neck slightly, tilting his head as he peered down his nose at the woman. What she proposed was curious indeed, and sparked a wonder within him that extended to their packmates. "Whhoo of the Vaaale?" His question was simple, probing for some explanation behind her suggestion.

Though many in their ranks were female, which allowed many opportunities for their packmates to carry pups, it also meant that there were few capable of inseminating them. He himself was by no means a suitor, and he doubted the monk would have any part in producing pups. There also existed Ayvo and Leatherface, but they were still too new and unfamiliar to even be considered. He was intrigued, and it showed in the burning of his bright, orange eye.